Witnessing Echoes Of The Departed
It wasn’t necromancy. Honest. Ellen preferred to call it ‘a knack’. An ear for the whispers the departed left behind, fragments of presence lingering on their cherished possessions like their fading scent.
Topic
sombre
A collection of 7 issues
The Sweet Rotting Scent Of Rebirth
It was funny. The flowers hadn’t smelt of much when they were fresh. Now… they’d gone past death, into trying to become something new.
A Precious Gift, A Shattered Trust
I was five years and five days of age when a monster knocked on our door, saying he’d come to collect his child. My father pointed to me…
Off To Take My Dragon-Flying Test
I’m sixteen, and like any other citizen of Aria that means I’m taking the test to get my dragon-flying license. After all, it’s the only way to get around up here…
Thinking Of You
The arch-fiend is slain! Which means the world is saved… and that one of the heroes is doomed to fade away. In the wake of this grief, what is left?
The Price Of Hubris Is Paid In Tears
Every child who lived near the Smoking Rocks knew that you should NEVER tease a salamander. So naturally doing so was a regular dare. Usually not much comes of this mischief - if you’re lucky…
In The Jaws Of Hate, For Love
Dawn touches the horizon as we gather. We’re all dressed for a riot - masks, helmets, warding amulets - yet the silence echoes.
It will remain until the guard arrives to stamp it out.